The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Parallel of Old Souls" demonstrates a strong use of metaphors and personification, which effectively conveys the abstract concept of time. The hour of 3 a.m. is personified as an entity that can whisper, bring dreams, and evoke emotions. This is a creative approach to describing the quiet, introspective nature of this hour.

However, the poem could benefit from more consistent use of imagery. For instance, the line "I was born from midnight most mercurial" introduces an image of birth and changeability, but this concept is not fully explored or connected to the rest of the poem.

The line "I have since matured like a vintage wine" is a simile that introduces the concept of aging and refinement. However, it might be more effective if the poem further developed this idea, perhaps by drawing parallels between the aging of wine and the passage of time.

The phrase "premature celebration of black velvet night" is somewhat ambiguous. It's unclear what the premature celebration refers to and how it relates to the overall theme of the poem. Providing more context or clarification could help to strengthen this image.

The poem's structure could also be improved for better readability. The lack of punctuation in some lines makes it difficult to understand the intended rhythm and pauses. Adding punctuation could help to guide the reader through the poem.

Finally, the poem's theme of time being parallel with old souls is a compelling idea, but it could be more explicitly developed. The poem might benefit from further exploration of how the hour of 3 a.m. relates to old souls, and what characteristics they share.

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I AM AMAZED WITH YOUR USE OF LANGUAGE AND HOW SMOOTHLY YOUR POEM FLOWS! GREAT JOB!

I've always wondered about the dreams that I almost remember when I wake in the middle of the night. From some, I wake screaming in mortal fear for my life, though I have no idea from what. Others are a jumble of impressions that confuse. And, of course, there are those that tell me I've been working too hard (e.g. trying to write a Python script to shut off the alarm clock.)

Your poem adds to the mystery. And it is good that it is a mystery, for I believe we would shudder with horror if we knew the truth.

Very smooth. Good use of vocabulary. Entices the reader to go further. Well done.